Share Your World #31

What is your favorite part of the town/city you live in.  And what Country do you live in?
I live in a mid-sized city, which is a change from ‘Hicksville, upstate NY’, where I grew up.  From the first city on to the present, I have always liked the bustle of being in the middle of a city.  But I would have to say that my favorite part is where the city lies along the coast of Lake Michigan, especially when there is no one nearby.

I live in the United States.

Would you rather wear clown shoes every day or a clown wig every day?
I would have to say the shoes. I always kick them off as soon as possible anyway.

Which way does the toilet paper roll go? Over or under?
Over. If it’s under, I never seem to be able to find the end of the roll.

What do you do to make a living or during the day?  If you are retired what mostly occupies your day? Or if you are a student what are you studying?
I do not work due to disability, yet I do have a set schedule, for most days. The alarm goes off. The cat gets up, I get up. I take my first round of meds and feed the cat. An hour later, the second alarm goes off, and I take the rest of my morning meds, make the coffee and have breakfast. Then I move from my power chair to my recliner, after I’ve gotten dressed, turn on the computer, and spend most all day and evening, first going through all the email, reading my batch of blogs that I follow, and then I turn to my favorite Sudoku website, and that’s pretty much all I do for the rest of the day and the evening. Though lately, I’ve become inspired to get out of the recliner and go to the gym, and try to strengthen my upper body, so that I can take part in some adaptive sports for wheelchair users, which would be more of a challenge (Haven’t made it to the gym yet, and I got back from a week of games in Salt Lake City a month ago today.) My next round of events is in three weeks, in Chicago, and I need to build up my strength and endurance for the coming events there. Then my life goes back to recliner mode until near the end of September, when I go to San Antonio, TX for three days of events there, but nothing strenuous due to the heat and humidity there.

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I think this may sound a little strange, but I’m grateful for Mother Nature last week, when she put on some mighty fine fireworks (thunder and lightning), which I love dearly, as long as it’s not one of those where the wind is bending the trees over, and the rain is moving sideways rather than  down. Those are a little scary. But I’m grateful to be here, able to watch, and listen and listen to a heavy downpour of water.

In the week coming up, I’m looking forward to an entire week with absolutely, not one single appointment for the entire week. When this happens, I can vegetate relax in the shade, without any pressures to go somewhere except for the grocery store.

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Drips and Drops

Drips and drops, as the rain plops,
Against the glass of my window.
There is no rhyme or reason,
No pattern to tap my toe to.

Just drop after drop, when will it stop?
I did not know it would rain tonight.
Now with each and every drop,
Exists an inner fright.

The sound makes me cold inside,
Reminds me of that room.
Tucked back in the corner of the house.
His shadow would suddenly loom.

The monster I feared on that rainy night,
Which filled me full of fright,
Was not some odd, old stranger,
But a monster I saw every night.

I remember the boxer shorts,
And an old white undershirt.
But then mind shuts down on this,
To protect me from the fright.

He loomed there in the night,
Filling me full of fright.

– van –

Tick, Tick, Tick….

Ticktock (novel)
Ticktock (novel) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I sit here listening to the raindrops hitting the panes and sill; the only other thing I hear is the symphony of battery-powered clocks. It would not be so annoying if they ticked in unison, or they did not tick as loud. With each tick, another second has come and gone, a missed chance for something profound to come out of my head. Tick, tick, tick, nothing to do but listen.

~ van ~